I just want one
lick
one bite, of his golden M O O N RISE
If he insists I do
his laundry on Tuesdays
then I can defiantly find time in between
peach picking and mowing
to read to the sweet birds my poetry
leaving the
windows open
inviting all my bee friends
as the
morning turns afternoon
I watch the living room paint
dry.
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